hii! could u do a fanfic with gn!reader and gwaine from Merlin? a sickfic maybe
hiya! this was so funny cos i had just watched the episode Gwaine when you sent this through, anyways it's not quite a sickfic and i'm not sure if it's what you wanted to see but you can find the oneshot here <3 it's on my new account :D have a nice day/night
okay so due to my lack of committment i'm making yet another new blog (this one is one of many in the past). It's @viridiesa and I'll be posting all my writing there regardless of who it's about, I won't delete this blog or others because there's no point and I'll still have access to them obviously but like if you wanna see me active I won't be here, if you wanna contact me please contact @viridiesa ik it's like blank atm but I'm working on it
thank you sm, i'll be linking the posts on this and other accounts on my new blog :)) have a nice day + new year <3
hey all! ik i've fallen behind on my kinktober posts but i promise that even if it takes me until october next year they will be finished (lets hope for the end of November maximum), i have a lot of painting atm but i'm gonna find more time to write i promise :))
thank you so so much for the support and the positive feedback, it really makes my day every time you reblog or comment :DD
kinktober; day 5, costumes ⟶ [dean winchester x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, p in v sex, making out, coming inside, girl on top, swearing,
day 4, daddy kink, ft. soldier boy - kinktober masterlist - day 6, corruption kink , ft. the darkling
“I thought the store would have a hat, okay, Sam?” you explained, huffing, “it’s not my fault they’d run out before I got there.”
“Okay, but you can see why I was confused. The hat is what makes the outfit,” he countered.
“Whatever.”
The familiar rumble of the Impala made you turn. “Finally,” Sam said. As the car pulled up to the curb, your jaw dropped at the sight within. Turning off the engine, Dean hopped out with an ear-to-ear grin.
“Howdy y’all,” he said with a terrible thick southern accent. Red bandana around his neck, stupidly tight jeans with the assless chaps over top, dicky little vest over his blue button up, and the godamned pièce de résistance atop his head.
“You stole my fucking hat.”
Instantly his face fell and he just looked confused. “Not the reaction I was hoping for, but I mean… wait, what? I- I’m a cowboy.” He did a lil jazz hands action in the hopes of getting some enthusiasm.
“We can tell,” you said angrily.
“Well, what are you two supposed to be?” he said, defensively, “Farm girl and college dropout?”
“Dude,” Sam said, “you know I don’t dress up.”
Dean gave him a half-smile. “It was kinda funny though.”
“I’m a cowgirl,” you corrected bitterly. He frowned, looking you up and down again.
“Where’s your hat?”
“You stole it.”
“What?” he said after a long blink, his hands on his hips.
“You don’t own a cowboy hat, Dean, which means you bought one at the only store in town that sells them, which had run out by the time I got there. You stole my hat.”
He scoffed, “Naw, darlin’, it just sounds like you were too slow.”
“I want that hat, Dean,” you said, holding out your hand. He looked extremely hot in his get up but you also looked hot in yours and you figured the house full of frat boys would appreciate that more; not to mention you'd been the most thrilled about the whole costume thing in the beginning.
"Can we go stop the spirit of that vengeful Administration's Officer now, please?" Sam said, deeply unimpressed with the both of you.
"He thought I was a farm girl, Sam! That is unacceptable."
"Isn't that the same thing as a cowgirl?"
"No," both you and Dean said.
"Two very separate concepts, Sammy," Dean explained, "one's hot, yknow, any man's wet dream, and the other, well, the other gets up at five in the morning to feed the cows."
"Which is why I need the hat. You'll still look like a cowboy without it so I think I'm more in need of it," you half-begged.
He shook his head. "Nuh-uh. Ain't my problem your costume is incomplete, darlin'."
"It will be when I'm unable to distract the frat bros from the two of you snooping around the place with your lil EMF thingy-ma-bob."
"Oh please, you could distract them in a nun's getup," Dean said.
"Shame I forgot mine."
“Well then, sweetheart, I see we have only one alternative left," he said solemnly, "come and take it.”
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“Oh god, Dean.” You held the hat on your head as you rolled your hips down into his, bouncing yourself on his cock. He was so thick and every time you sank down you had to really concentrate on not literally drooling.
"Sheezus, darlin'," he groaned, one hand helping you up and down and the other holding onto one of your tits. Looking down at him like this was giving heaven. His face was flushed and his eyes were half-hooded even as he stared up at you. "And here I was thinking cowgirl's rode horses," he teased.
"Haven't you heard the phrase," you said, biting your lip to quiet a moan, "tame a horse, ride a cowboy."
"I don't see your horse. I think you missed a step," he said through a cheesy grin.
Gripping the headboard tighter as you got closer to coming, you screwed your eyes shut. "Stop talking," you begged him, grinding your hips down harder. He was hilt-deep in you and you could feel every hard inch and oh, God you were so close.
"That's it, sweetheart," he cooed, dropping his hand from your tit to press his thumb against your clit. Your head fell back, hat about to fall off as you cried out his name, the added pressure .
"Dean! Oh my God, I-" One last quick circle of this thumb and you were gasping for air, sinking down on him as far as you could, knees hugging his hips tightly, your pussy muscles clenching around his dick. He didn't stop rubbing your clit and as you were brought to that high, you couldn't believe the fact that you were still ascending.
You squirmed in his hold, grinding down more and moaning like a woman possessed. He stopped his ministrations and you sat there for a moment, letting the feeling wash over you.
"You're so goddamn cute when you cum, baby," he praised, sitting up a little to kiss your cheek. Big hands smoothing your hair behind your ears. "You alright to keep going, or you all tuckered out?"
"Keep going," you said, the thought of how cute he looked when he came was more than enough reason to start moving again - although much slower because you might cave in on yourself if you did too much too soon. Lifting your hips up again, hands on his shoulders this time you were stopped by his on your hips.
"Woah, easy there sweetheart," he said, "you really think that's how we're gonna play this? No, no, no. I think I deserve the hat back, I did pay for it after all."
It didn't take much for him to twist his hips and flip the two of you. Your back hit the bed with an "oof" and the hat was removed from your head almost instantaneously. Dean winking down at you, thoroughly enjoying his new acquisition. The shadow from the wide brim partially obscuring his features somehow only made him hotter. The aura of authority it gave him made your cunt clench around his still fully sheathed length. The soft groan he let out was quite possibly the sexiest thing yet that evening.
He slid his arms under your back, pulling you to him as he bent down to kiss you, knocking the hat up slightly. Licking your bottom lip to start, he was quick to slip his way past your lips and turn the kiss into a hot, sloppy mess. A wee bit of teeth and a decent bit of tongue and you were sucking air in through your nose like crazy, hands on each side of his face.
Gently, he started to buck his hips into you, making you moan into his mouth at the same time. He was still rock hard and although you were still coming down from your high, you desperately wanted him to go a little harder and a little faster.
Surely he heard you because it didn't take long for him to be thrusting into you with long, snapping strokes. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin made you feel pleasantly dizzy.
He must've been pretty close when you came because his hips were losing their rhythm to something much more desperate very fast.
"Where do you want me?" he slurred, pulling away only far enough to speak.
"Inside," you breathed, "I'm on the pill."
"Okay," he said breathlessly. He kissed you again, hips stuttering into yours, fingers digging into your sides. His final few thrusts were hard and sharp and deep and when he finally stopped moving you swore you could feel him in your fucking womb.
"Ugh." The noise reverberated up from somewhere deep in his chest and it was the pinnacle of sex, you were certain of it. He sucked a spot on your neck as he came inside you, groaning into your skin. His hips stuttered and he trembled a little above you. The thought of his cum dripping out if you later made you feel lightheaded; in a good way.
"Oh, Dean," you mumbled as he bit down on your flesh softly, "you're so fucking hot."
"So fucking lucky too," he murmured without thinking, licking the place he'd just left a prominent hickey that'd be visible for a few days.
"Damn right," you teased as he pulled his now softened dick out of you, his seed indeed dribbling out you as predicted.
He got up slowly, with laboured breathing and went to procure a cloth to clean you up. Your skin started to cool off and your own breathing evened out.
Once he'd returned you smiled at the hat still on his head. Getting cleaned up by a cowboy hadn't been on your bucket list but it should've been.
"Next Halloween you should be a slutty nurse," he suggested, "perform a physical so to speak."
"Only if you're an equally slutty patient."
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a/n: only a couple of days late oop, i love dean sm onmg, only like 3 seasons into spn but i am LIVING (not edited)
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kinktober; day 4, daddy kink ⟶ [soldier boy x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no actual smut but implied, swearing, crass language, SB being a piece of shit, choking
day 3, shower sex, ft. billy russo - kinktober masterlist - day 5, costumes , ft. dean winchester
The way Payback shrank back and stiffened when he entered the room should've tipped you off. You should've recognised the glances they kept flicking to the door as fear and anticipation. But you didn't. You didn't and that was a mistake.
You'd met Soldier Boy once before on the red carpet for a movie premiere; his movie premiere. It was just for a minute, running into him as you returned from the bathroom. He’d caught you with firm hands on your waist, a wolfish smile on his lips.
“Easy there, sweetheart,” he crooned, eyes flicking up and down you, “you should watch where you’re going, else you might run into trouble.”
“Thanks,” you replied, unable to take your eyes off his face. You’d seen it a million times before for as long as you could remember. In papers, movie posters, the news. Only now he was without his helmet and he was fucking pretty. Before he could spout another cheesy one-liner, he was spotted by a sweaty PA and ushered elsewhere.
This time your stomach fluttered when you saw him. The tension had been building since the night began but while everyone else was feeling the usual, sexy kind, Crimson Countess and her teammates seemed to be dreading something. He was barely a foot in the door when every head in the room turned to him. He stared back for a moment, regarding the assembled.
“Pleasure to see you all too,” he said with a laugh, earning a few weak ones in response. Taking one final drag, he dropped his spent cigarette to the floor and stamped it out. He made his way to the bar, and by extension, towards you.
“Get me a shot of whatever’s closest,” Soldier Boy said to you, not really looking as he got close enough.
“I’m not a bartender,” you said, brushing off his carelessness in hopes of maintaining your good mood. He turned, looking you up and down which was reminiscent of your first meeting. Taking a hissing breath, he grinned.
“What? They’re letting hookers into this gig now?” he asked, leaning against the bar.
You laughed in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
“Sure,” he shrugged as a real bartender approached him, pouring a double without him needing to ask, “you gonna get down on your knees and suck my dick for a twenty?”
“I wouldn’t get on my knees for you for a million,” you said, tongue in cheek, “not to mention, I’m not a hooker.”
He grimaced in what you were disgusted to recognise as disappointment. “Guess that makes you a Supe then, sweetheart. And here I was thinking Red was bad enough.” Your eyes flicked to Crimson Countess across the room who was currently getting very touchy with some waiter.
“And here I was thinking TNT Tommy was as gross as Payback’s members could get.” His jaw clenched at that, the smirk he gave you not reaching his darkened eyes.
“Clearly you haven’t spoken to his sister then,” he snapped back.
You put a hand to your chest in fake sympathy. “Did I hurt big bad Soldier Boy’s feelings?”
He laughed heartily at that, eyes crinkling with mirth. “Oh, princess, you couldn’t hurt my feelings if you tried,” he said, “besides, I think we both know you’re just playing hard to get. I remember how you looked at me last time we ran into each other.” You swallowed hard.
“Or maybe,” you said, “I just think you’re a jackass and it’s fun seeing you get all riled up.”
He took a step closer, leaning over you a little more. “If you want me riled up, all you gotta do is put those pretty little hands on me. I bet you could work today’s angst out of my shoulders. Then I’ll give you what you really want. A good, hard, fu-”
“Jesus fucking christ!” you said turning away from him as you cringed, “not everyone who fucks with you wants your dick.”
“But you do,” he said bluntly, “you got a filthy mouth too, sweetheart. That’s okay. Some tough love will set you straight.”
A shiver ran across your skin. He really was getting off on this back and forth. “How screwed is your reality that me telling you I don’t wanna bang you somehow translates into ‘oh, please fuck me, Soldier Boy’?” The grin fell off his face. “Does no one in your life ever say no to you?”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he sneered. Apparently you did given how his grip on the bar tightened and his jaw clenched.
“You know, I bet Crimson Countess isn’t even into you. She wouldn’t even need to be a good actress to fool you. I can imagine her sucking up to you with big pouty eyes and red lips, all in the hopes that you’ll go away faster if she goes along with it.”
He moved in closer, an attempt to intimidate but all it did was confirm you’d hit a nerve. “You just keep fucking talking, don’t you?”
“I bet she goes all out for you too,” you teased, “Oh god, Soldier Boy! Right there! That’s it! Oh, you’re soooo good, Ben! Harder! Harder! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my God! Ah! Ah!” The fake moans you let out sounded downright pornagraphic but you could just picture Crimson Countess spouting that same bullshit.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” he practically snarled. You grinned. God, he was so predictable it was hilarious.
“Okay, daddy,” you whispered with a mocking pout.
You barely had time to blink before one of his thick hands was wrapped around your throat, squeezing your windpipe hard as your back was slammed onto the top of the bar with enough force to crack the wood. You hadn’t been expecting that.
“You wanna fucking talk back, you bratty whore?” he growled from above you, tightening his grip on your neck as you wheezed, “you wanna play that game with me?”
“Yes, daddy,” you choked out with a broken smile. Tears trickled from your eyes as you gasped desperately for air.
Everyone else had gone silent and when he noticed their eyes on him, Soldier Boy hauled you back to your feet. Payback huddled into the corners like rats shying from a flame.
“The fuck are you cock-suckers looking at?” he shouted as you tried fruitlessly to peel his hand off your throat.
As everyone cautiously went back to their conversations, Soldier Boy yanked you with him across the room. Barging into the staff corridor of the venue, he stopped and slammed you into the wall.
“Feel smart now, princess? Feel proud of yourself for riling me up?”
“Wee bit,” you wheezed.
He let go of your neck and you dropped to the floor.. You hissed as you ran your own fingers over your skin, feeling out where the nasty set of bruises would be tomorrow. You’d pinned him for a short temper but you weren’t betting on him following through with that macho dick-head shit. Bad move.
It was kinda hot though. It a fucked-up way. Before when you’d assumed he was all talk you could just picture him taking what he wanted from you and leaving you unsatisfied but now. You figured he’d take what he wanted and fuck you to the edge of oblivion in the process.
“You’re a fucking cunt,” he said, tone deadly even as he pulled you too your feet by the collar. One arm resting on the wall to the right of your face, he pressed the other one into your hip bone, keeping you held against the wall. You whimpered.
“Someone’s got some pent up anger,” you said half-heartedly, “you gonna take that out on me?”
He stared straight into your soul. “Should I?” His voice was suddenly honey, oozing, sweet and sticky, clogging your pores.
“Wha-”
“D’you like it when I fucking manhandled you like the bitch you are?”
“Soldier Boy, I-”
“I can see it in your eyes. That little switch in your brain has gone off. No more smartass comments, sweetheart?” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He dug his thumb into your hip a little harder. “C’mon, doll, talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“Nothing,” you lied, instinctively leaning forward as his face backed off. He tasted of some basic-ass cologne and warmth and you wanted a second hit.
“We both know that ain’t true. Tell me what you want, doll. Tell me.”
“I…”
“Don’t go getting shy on me now. C’mon pretty thing, tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, daddy.”
“Attagirl.”
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a/n: ik this one isn't actual smut but i was feeling the plotty goddess in my fingers today so here you are instead i want this man to fuck me up omg (not edited)
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kinktober; day 3, shower sex ⟶ [billy russo x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit content obvi, swearing, p in v sex, cum, idk kinda sweet for a billy fic lmao
day 2, thigh riding, ft. matt murdock - kinktober masterlist - day 4, daddy kink, ft. soldier boy
He was softer like this. Hair stuck to his forehead in imperfect strips, eyes shut tight, jaw clenching and un-clenching as he groaned and grunted un-caringly. With a hand gripping the underneath of each of your thighs, Billy held you firmly up, legs parted, as he fucked into you leisurely. There was no urgency in his movements, no need to hurry, or desperation that hinted at the fear of losing you if he didn't take anything from you as fast as possible. Your back was pressed into the cool tile of your shower and the water ran down Billy's back, hitting him from the side.
One hand holding onto the showerhead's stand for support, the other digging into Billy's shoulder, you let your head fall back against the wall. He kissed your jaw and bent his head to suck water off your clavicle. He drew his hips back lazily before slamming them back into yours, creating that delicious drag of his thick, hard length in your cunt. The repeated motion gradually bringing you to your end.
"Oh, Billy," you moaned, eyes rolling back into your head as he hit that particularly welcome spot inside of you. God, he was so fucking deep.
Letting go of the showerhead, you reached up into his hair and pulled - without any real force. His head fell back and he hissed. That gave you a new opportunity to kiss and suck and bite at his neck which you did eagerly. You felt his hips stutter and smiled into his neck blissfully.
Hoisting you up the wall a bit further, Billy removed one of his hands from your thigh and reached between the two of you to slide down to your clit. You gasped at the contact and felt yourself clench down on his dick in response.
"Fuck, baby." He sounded so gone it was going straight to your pussy. "You feel so good."
"Jesus, Billy," you groaned as his long thumb applied the perfect amount of pressure to your clit, rubbing quick, expert circles against you.
"Cum, baby, cum on my dick."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you choked out as you came. It wasn't a huge burst of fireworks or a cataclysmic event inside you, instead it felt like giving into a moving body of water that made your toes curl and you bite into your bottom lip with a moan.
A couple of sloppy thrust later, Billy pulled out completely and shot his load onto your bare stomach. The sinful growl he let out made your pussy ache for him again.
Slowly, he lowered you to your feet, careful to keep you upright as your knees threatened to give way. He reached up to grab the showerhead and detached it from its stand. Bringing it down your body, he washed his cum off your skin, moving it around to clean you off completely. You squirmed as the streams of water hit your sensitive skin.
Once he's returned the showerhead to it's spot, you ran your hands across his chest and up his neck. He began to draw circles onto the backs of your thighs, where you'd undoubtedly have fingertip shaped bruises later.
"Can I wash your hair?" you asked softly, fingers scratching his hair.
"Anytime, baby."
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a/n: billy does things to me and once october is over i am going to bring some much needed billy being a fucking psycho thank you xx (not edited)
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just one time i wanna read a billy russo fic that doesn’t make out dinah madani to be a villain... like it’s 2021, we can enjoy male villain without making out the heroines as the bad guys.
dinah is a fucking badass of a character she takes no shit, is career driven, intelligent, wants truth and justice even if that means she has to break a few rules along the way. if those traits were attached to male character, everyone would eat that shit up.
this oh my god, istg I'm so sick of reading fanfiction that demonizes the female characters of the source material just because they're either a "competing" love interest or an enemy (of a literal mass murderer let's not forget). feels discrediting to these badass female characters simply because we wanna have the male hotties
kinktober; day 2, thigh riding ⟶ [matt murdock x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit content obvi, swearing, thigh riding, drying humping, matt gets off on you getting off
day 1, praise kink, ft. soldier boy - kinktober masterlist - day 3, shower sex, ft. billy russo
You couldn't be blamed for practically drooling at the sight of Matt in just his boxers. He was all thick muscle and board shoulders and toned curves that you fantasised about running your tongue along. And I mean, waking up to him pottering around the kitchen almost naked made you uncertain if you were still in a dream.
"I didn't mean to wake you," he said quietly, not turning to face you just yet as he poured himself some water. The soft clink of the glass jug being set back on the counter was the same volume as his voice.
"I know," you said, walking towards him, "I'm happy to see you though." He smiled faintly at that.
"I'm alright," he said, assuming that you were only up to check on him. You did want to see him safe but seeing him in itself was enough to make you get up.
"Good." Sidling up to him, you slid your arms around his waist. He turned towards you more, his free arm lifting to go around your shoulders as he drank. Playing with the thin strap of your pyjama top, he drew you closer.
Looking up at him, you watched his Adam's apple bop with every swallow. Instinctively, you copied the motion, feeling a bit warmer at the sight. Once his glass was back on the bench, you reached up, fingers brushing his jaw as you took his face in your hand. You pulled him eagerly into a kiss. His other hand moved to the one you had on his face and he held it there, keen for the affection.
"My angel," he breathed into your lips as he pulled away.
Breaking free from your grasp, he moved to the couch that faced you. The Daredevil costume sat at one end of it, but Matt ignored it as he took his seat with a sigh of contentment.
For a moment he sat there, head back, legs spread wide. No doubt soaking up the moment of peace after another night out. He didn’t appear injured at all though, so perhaps his evening was rather uneventful.
"You coming?” he asked, lifting his head to look in your general direction.
He drew you towards him with one beckoning finger. Moving to sit in his lap, you frowned when he stopped you from straddling his lap. With one knee on the outside of his spread legs, he grabbed the other and put it between them. With large palms on your waist, he settled you to sit on his thigh. You could feel the warmth of his skin through your pyjama shorts.
“I missed you,” he whispered, leaning into another kiss. Lips soft on yours, you lazily run your hands up his chest before looping your arms around his neck. He pulled you along his thigh closer. You let out a soft sigh at the feeling of your womanhood dragging across his meaty thigh which he quickly swallowed from your lips with a smile.
“I missed you too,” you breathed into his lips.
Moving a hand from your waist, he took hold of your face, thumb smoothing over your cheek. "Beautiful, beautiful," he murmured.
"You can't even see me, silly.”
He grinned. "Ah, but I can feel you, angel. And you feel divine." Just as he said that he tensed his thigh and you gasped. Cocky bastard was deliberately amplifying that dull ache building in your core.
“Can I help you feel good, love?” he cooed, dropping his hand back to your hip, thick fingers slipping ever-so slightly past the waistband of your shorts. Nipping lightly at your bottom lip, he slowly rolled your hips down onto his thigh. “Please, angel. Let me take care of you. Wanna look after my pretty girl. Wanna watch you come apart on my thigh.” His words were pure sin, voice low and sensual, he practically purred into your mouth.
“Okay,” you said, slightly out of breath. He hummed in cruel delight. Kissing along your jaw, he found the side of your neck with his teeth. You hissed as he bit down lightly, tongue quickly soothing over the skin after.
Moving your hips with the aid of his hands, you moaned at the feeling of taut muscle against your clothed clit. He guided you back and forth, pressing kiss after kiss to cheeks and lips and forehead as your breathing grew more raggeded. He was so warm and solid between your legs and his bare skin was hitting your clit just right - if a little slower than you'd like.
He slid his arms up your back as you began to roll your hips that bit faster. "There you go," he sighed, fingers carding through the hair at the base of your neck, "attagirl, getting yourself all nice and wet on my thigh." His words only making you fuck yourself on him harder and faster.
Head falling backwards, you mumbled out a series of "oh god"s and "fucking hell"s which only made Matt grin harder. Watching you get off on only his thigh intoxicated him with pride and arousal. His heightened senses are utterly overwhelmed with you. Your sounds and smell and feel and taste, and he wanted to be consumed by it.
Grinding yourself desperately against this perfect man’s fucking leg. You felt a little pathetic. There he sat in all his superhuman glory and you were a whining, moaning mess.
“You’re everything I could ever want,” he whispered in your ear, somehow reading your mind, “I’d do anything for you, angel. So lovely, so sweet."
"I-I'm really close, Matt," you stuttered out, gripping his shoulders in the hopes of steadying yourself. Bouncing his leg just a little, he was beyond delighted at the whimpers you released as you ground yourself against him even harder. Everything was hot; your skin, your mind, your insides. Your brain was hopelessly trying to hold onto any sense of control.
"Cum for me, angel. Go on."
It was the gruffness of his voice, words laced with sex, that really set you off. Any thought of embarrassment was lost from your mind as soon as that overwhelming heat filled you and you rolled your hips down as fast and hard as you could, desperate to ride out your climax.
His hands holding you tightly against him as you still, you became aware of how slick his skin was beneath you and heat rose to your cheeks.
"Jesus, Matt," you mumbled as he stroked your back.
"That's blasphemy," he joked, "How're you feeling?"
"Hot," you said, with a soft chuckle. He lifted a hand to your forehead.
"Not dangerously so," he diagnosed, "let's get you to bed, shall we?"
You frowned. "What about you?" you said, trailing a hand down his chest to lightly squeeze the predominant bulge in his boxers earning a swallowed groan.
"I don't think I mentioned sleeping."
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a/n: matt is too hot for his own good, and that's a fact xx (not edited)
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welcome to my kinktober masterlist for 2022! this is my first year actually publishing my pieces for it and i'm very excited :))
please don't read/interact if you're a minor, it's not about your maturity, it's about you respecting me as an 18+ person and the fact i don't want you to read my explicit content, thank you.
some days will be shorter than others, that's just how it is, i hope i stay consistent but my life may get in the way (imma try write more than one a day) thank you for reading, comments and thoughts are appreciated and i'm very glad to be sharing my work with you all
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characters featured; soldier boy, matt murdock, billy russo, dean winchester, sam winchester, aleksander morozova, frank castle, billy butcher, poe dameron, and marc spector
DAY ONE; praise kink, with soldier boy
DAY TWO; thigh riding, with matt murdock
DAY THREE; shower sex, with billy russo
DAY FOUR; daddy kink, with soldier boy
DAY FIVE; costumes, with dean winchester
DAY SIX; corruption kink, with aleksander morozova
DAY SEVEN; face sitting, with frank castle
DAY EIGHT; public sex, with billy butcher
DAY NINE; orgasm denial, with billy russo
DAY TEN; bondage, with aleksander morozova
DAY ELEVEN; cock worship, with poe dameron
DAY TWELVE; strip tease, with sam winchester
DAY THIRTEEN; lingerie, with dean winchester
DAY FOURTEEN; breeding, with frank castle
DAY FIFTEEN; boot worship, with aleksander morozova
DAY SIXTEEN; edging, with matt murdock
DAY SEVENTEEN; stuck in a wall, with soldier boy
DAY EIGHTEEN; sadomasochism, with billy russo
DAY NINETEEN; gags, matt murdock
DAY TWENTY; overstimulation, with demon!dean winchester
DAY TWENTY-ONE; somnophilia, with matt murdock
DAY TWENTY-TWO; body worship, with moon knight
DAY TWENTY-THREE; hate sex, with soldier boy
DAY TWENTY-FOUR; spanking, with frank castle
DAY TWENTY-FIVE; role reversal, with billy butcher
DAY TWENTY-SIX; size difference, with sam winchester
DAY TWENTY-SEVEN; cnc + roleplay, with billy russo
DAY TWENTY-EIGHT; uniform, with billy russo
DAY TWENTY-NINE; dacryphilia, with aleksander morozova
kinktober; day 1, praise kink ⟶ [soldier boy x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit content obvi, swearing, p in v sex, praise kink, slight degradation, use of 'slut'
kinktober masterlist - day 2, thigh riding, ft. matt murdock
He was already fucking you to the edge of sanity. Long past the point of cognitive thought, all you could do was dig your nails into his back, ankles already locked around his waist, moaning for him like it was your life’s purpose. It was hard to comprehend Soldier Boy continuously slamming himself in your sopping cunt any harder or any faster than he was already. And it wasn’t as if you intended to set him off. You didn’t even think about them, the words falling from your lips before you could catch them.
“God, I love you.”
He hadn’t been quiet before, but the sinful groan he let out as you spoke was distinctly different from his previous grunts and expletives. He snapped his hips into yours just that bit quicker too. The practised, consistent thrust of his hips that made your rationality drip out of your pussy was replaced by him stuffing his thick cock into you with fierce abandon. Sobering slightly, you became acutely aware of just how much raw strength he was holding back.
“Again,” he growled, calloused fingers digging into the meat of your waist, “say it again.”
“I- ugh, I love you.” He was the only thing you could feel. Hot, hard, fast. Everywhere. “Ah, fuck, Ben. I love you.” Nothing had ever made you feel like this. No one ever would again. He reached the innermost depths of you, again, again, again. He fucked himself into you without restraint for the first time. Desperate to keep up this new ferocity of his, you said anything that crossed your mind.
“You feel so fucking good.”
“Oh God, Ben, please.”
“I love you so much, holy fuck, I love you so much.”
“Don’t stop, baby, never stop.”
“All I need, Ben, you’re all I need.”
“Perfect, you’re fucking perfect.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
You didn’t even have time to comprehend how close you were before you were pushed off that glorious peak and were tumbling into heaven. Every muscle in your body tensed, you laced your arms around his neck tighter, pulling yourself as close to him as possible, whimpering pathetically in his ear as he fucked you through your orgasm.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groaned, “squeezing me like fucking vice. I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Give it to me, Ben,” you whined, voice higher than normal, “I love you so much, fucking fill me up. Please, please, please. I love you. I love you.”
Sinking into your cunt one final time, as deep as he could, he pressed his forehead against yours as he came. If you weren’t already utterly cock-drunk, the sound he made as he finished inside you would’ve pushed you over the edge yet again.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he said as he held you beneath him a while longer, just soaking up the feeling of your warmth around his length.
“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, dropping your head to his shoulder as you regained your breath.
“Was I that perfect?” he mocked, composure intact, unlike yours, “Did I fuck you stupid? You were already a dumb slut before, can’t imagine you could get any dumber.”
"Hhhhnh," you grumbled into his flesh. Choosing not to take his jabs to heart you pressed a kiss to his neck, the salt of his skin on your lips. "Love you," you slurred. You felt him twitch inside you before he pulled out with a groan. You hissed at the sudden emptiness.
His lips found your forehead, placing a scratchy kiss there before moving to kiss your lips.
"Love you too, doll."
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a/n: okay so ik i'm like a couple of days behind oop but i totally forgot abt kinktober and i've wanted to do it ever since i started reading smut and writing fanfic so ig this year is my year :)) idk if i'll finish it but i have my plan so i hope so, and who better to start w than soldier boy himself!!!
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Hello! I would love a matchup for The Boys and Stranger Things! :)
Physical description: I’m brunette with dark dark brown eyes (a guy once was trying to flirt with me and said I have the darkest eyes he’s seen on a white chick (men and the audacity lol)). I’m 5’5” and thin, flat stomach and such with a pear body shape. I would say I’m conventionally attractive, defined cheekbones, pretty lips and nice eyebrows and such. However, I am self conscious of my nose (Jewish ancestry and such).
MBTI Type: ENFJ
Traits: I’m that girl who puts work above all else which is great because it gives me some sense of purpose but it also takes me away from enjoying the small things in life. On top of that, I can get too intense about things which just stresses everyone out. I’m a very passionate person, especially with my hobbies and in romance. I do have a TON of anxiety that causes me not to do things I really want to a lot of the time. I have been told I’m very friendly, I like to make friends, especially with strangers at the bar. I’m also a bit quirky which I like.
Hobbies: I love to sing, I trained from over 10 years but stopped cuz life. On top of that, I am a huge music lover and discovering new music is one of my favorite activities. I am a big reader, read 21 books this year already cuz escapism is the best way to make the bad thoughts go away haha. I love to write too, a lot of it stays in the notes section of my phone though.
Likes: Indie music, romance novels, horror movies, hot girl walks, drinking my weight in tequila and doing shitty karaoke, finding coffee shops to camp out in while listening to good tunes, making friends with strangers
Dislikes: Slow walkers, scary drivers, the unknown, heights, people who say they’ll call but don’t, fakeness
What I do in life: I work in operations at a major record label. Kinda the dream job haha
Hopes and dreams: I know it’s lame but to be happy and fulfilled. I don’t wanna make it to definitive because what if it doesn’t come true?
Hope this helps! Thanks so much for ur time ♥️
i’m matching you with Billy Butcher and Steve Harrington !!!
Butcher is absolutely gonna get lost in your eyes. This man doesn’t shy away from eye contact and with you he’s never going to. He also likes the fact he’s a decent bit taller than you simply cos that’s one thing he’s always gonna be able to hold over your head. He would be so admiring of your work ethic and your passion. Butcher is very intense himself but he’s been known to tone himself down for the people around him and would definitely make sure you don’t overwork yourself. He also appreciates your integrity. He’s a “take no shit give no shit” kinda guy (maybe he gives a little shit but y'know) and he loves that you’re similar. He can't handle in-genuine people and together y'all would put up with nobody's BS. I can also imagine you making him sit down to watch a horror flick and despite his hesitance at first he’s fully invested soon enough. He might struggle with settling given everything he’s seen but you’d be his priority and his future <3
Steve is so into you it’s not funny. This guy thinks you’re all that and will be telling you whenever he can (especially if you try making any comments about your nose). Also he’s a big fan of brunettes so there’s that. Your work ethic is something so special to Steve and you bet he’s a top tier supporter of everything you wanna do. He’s always there to soothe your anxiety, whether you need him to lighten the mood or be your rock. Altogether, you would have so much fun! Music is a common ground for the two of you. We’re talking karaoke, jamming in his car, singing in the shower. And I think your future goals align. Steve might have a very set idea of his life but I know that he’d much rather set a strong foundation with someone he loves than fulfil an obligatory idea of happiness. You’d be cute :))
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